Have you ever found yourself at the bottom of a well?
You open your eyes and you're sitting in the pitch dark.
Your eyes squint as you look up to the only source of light falling straight to your face,
Your voice is numb your eyes dry,
You want to reach the surface
But whom to ask for help?
You don't recall any name.
A shadow moves above,
A trilling sound of the wings taking flight,
Was it supposed to be this calm? This quiet?
Closing your eyes as you try to listen to the beating of your heart.
Only the silence echoed tearing you apart.
Oh, What a beautiful tragedy it is to get your heart ripped away,
And sit there counting days, waiting for your soul to decay.
©Wallflower
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Diary of an Introvert
RandomDiary of an Introvert is a collection of my thoughts that I have jotted down in different phases of my life. Thoughts that were too much for me to spill in front of others at the same time too much to hold within myself. Thoughts that I have died...
